Pregnant By My Boss: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance Compilation

by Cassandra Dee

  “Tammy,” his voice rumbled, his expression neutral. “Not someone I expected to see. What brings you here today?”

  I stepped forward a bit, stuttering slightly, my cheeks flushing.

  “I … I came to apologize,” I said quickly, getting past the hard part first. “For making a scene, for running in here like a crazy lady and shouting at you.”

  The big man steepled his hands thoughtfully.

  “Apology accepted,” his big voice rumbled. “I understand you were upset and acting under strain, so I accept.”

  I gasped, pausing for a moment, the air leaving my lungs in a whoosh.

  “That’s it?” I said. “That’s all?”

  The big man eyed me with amusement.

  “Unless you have something more to say?” he asked, eyebrows arched. “You’re the one who came to me, not the other way around.”

  And I felt myself getting angry again but took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. I swear, Nick could really get under my skin, knowing exactly which buttons to push, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do more, kick him in the shins or kiss him.

  So I took a deep breath and spoke again.

  “I was thinking … I was thinking that I was hasty yesterday,” I said slowly.

  “You think?” he interrupted, his eyebrow arched quizzically again.

  And I really glared at him then, putting my hands on my hips, my chin jutting forward stubbornly.

  “Listen, just let me finish okay?” I said huffily. “I’m trying here, I’m really trying.”

  And the big man held up his hands palms out, nodding. He was definitely amused. “Be my guest,” he said with a gesture.

  Glaring at him still, I eyed him warily. But I had a load to get off my chest and so took a deep breath and tried again.

  “I flew in here like a fury,” I said slowly, “because I was so angry. I saw Jeanette coming out of your apartment two nights ago,” I said, shooting a dangerous glare his way, “and her hair was messy, her clothes askew, like you’d been kissing, making out. So when I came by your office that day, I wanted answers. I was ready to listen, I swear, but … but that’s when I found the panties,” I choked out.

  Nick gave no indication of his feelings, his face still, watching me intently. So I continued.

  “Right, then I found the panties and I lost it,” I said tightly. “I flew off the handle and screamed at you, without giving you a chance to explain.” I took a deep breath. “Upon some reflection, I realized that I didn’t give you an opportunity to explain … if you want to,” I added a little lamely. Oh god, I’d never entertained the thought that maybe Nick didn’t want to explain, that he’d already written me off and decided we were over, thank you very much. I was literally trembling now, unsure what to do next.

  But the big man surprised me, as usual. He got up from his desk then, prowling towards me like a predator, stalking me as I stood like a deer in headlights. I stepped back instinctively, knowing that I was out-matched, that I was putty in his hands, my pussy moistening despite my effort to stay serious.

  But instead of answering me immediately, Nick merely stood before me, both of us breathing heavily as his eyes grazed my features, caressing my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, before coming to rest on my mouth, following that Cupid’s bow. I moistened my lips instinctively which only made the gleam in his eyes sharpen.

  “You’re such a beautiful girl,” he murmured slowly, contemplatively, as if to himself. “So beautiful … and so hot-headed too.”

  I flushed at the compliment. Was it a compliment? Oh god, I was running wet again just being so close to him, it was hard to think straight.

  So I tried to play it off.

  “Beautiful and hot-headed?” I mumbled, unable to tear myself away from his gaze. “I’m not sure what that is, some kind of double-edged compliment?”

  But instead of taking the bait, Nick ignored my words, his hand rising to trace my features, run slowly down my elegant neck, stroking the curve of my waist before returning to weigh my breasts in his hands, feeling the soft fullness, the generous orbs plump and juicy.

  And instinctively I leaned into his touch, mewling slightly, my nipples hardening as he caressed them with his thumbs, running circles around the stiff tips, making me cream wetly between my thighs. My pupils had dilated and I knew I was losing this war, losing this battle before it had even begun, I was sheer putty in this man’s hands.

  But the alpha male just chuckled, sensing my complete capitulation.

  “Little girl,” he rumbled, “you have nothing to fear. I was never angry because I kinda like it,” he shrugged. “I like the way you went around, all fire and brimstone, shooting sparks everywhere, a little wildcat gone crazy. And it was because of me too,” he murmured. “You are so in love with me that the thought of another woman drove you completely over the edge, transforming you into a hellcat ready to scratch someone’s eyes out.”

  I was completely still even as his hands caressed me, moving lower to stroke my soft tummy. But wait, what was he saying? I shook my head dazedly. Nick wasn’t angry? The billionaire liked my tempestuous ways? I was in love with him?

  I inhaled sharply.

  “How do you know I’m in love with you?” my voice quivered even as I leaned into his touch. “How do you know?”

  “I know,” the big man rumbled deeply, “because of this,” he said tweaking my nipple, making me gasp. “Because of this,” he said, running a big hand between my legs, skimming my panties, laughing in his throat as he tested the wet material, “And because of this,” he groaned, taking my mouth in a deep kiss, branding me with his lips, making me all his.

  And I sighed into him, leaning into his frame fully then, pressing my breasts against his chest, my thighs parting so slightly to give him access, begging for him to touch me.

  And Nick kissed me deep, scooping my curvy body towards him, letting me feel the poker-hot press of his dick against my belly. I mewled again, twisting, writhing, wanting to be closer to him without the barrier of our clothes.

  But he pushed me back, laughing softly, sitting down on a couch so that I was curled in his lap.

  “Baby girl,” he said. “You’ve been through a lot and although I’m not angry, I want you to know what happened,” he said, his expression suddenly serious. “You deserve to know what happened.”

  “We can get to it later,” I breathed against his mouth, my arms wrapping of their own volition around his neck. “I just want you,” I said desperately, licking my lips, tempting him.

  A light flickered instantly in his eyes, his senses alight, but he pulled my arms down and frowned seriously.

  “No baby, I want you to listen. Jeanette, that fucking bitch,” he spat, “is behind it all. She masterminded the whole thing, the flyby at my apartment, the panties in my suit pocket.”

  “But why?” I asked, perplexed. “How did she get into our building? And why, why would she do all this and put her job in jeopardy? Doesn’t she get paid enough as is, secretary to the head honcho?”

  The big man snorted.

  “The bitch was too far gone, there’s no ‘whys’ when it comes to sociopaths,” he said disgustedly. “But the full story is that when she started working at Luxor a year ago, she started blackmailing me. She came in one night, late, when I was alone, and thrust her breast in my face. It was disgusting,” he assured me, seeing my shocked expression. “I wanted nothing to do with her, her boob was all shriveled and small, like an old lady’s tits.”

  “But she threatened me with a sexual harassment lawsuit and I caved,” Nick shrugged. “Luxor had just settled some harassment suits in previous years and I didn’t want another one coming down the pike, it would distract our staff, our board, our shareholders from the meaningful work we do. So I agreed,” he shrugged. “Jeanette wasn’t asking for much money and I figured I’d fire her after a year, after she genuinely fucked up on the job somehow.”

  “But then you came,” he said, turning
to look deeply into my eyes. God, he was so beautiful that I awed, so close to those perfect features, the strong nose and chin offset by a mobile, sculpted mouth. “And the blonde saw something that frightened her, I’m not sure what. Probably your warmth, your sincerity, and the fact that people liked you, genuinely wanted to be in your company.”

  I paused for a moment.

  “And she was scared because you liked me,” I said pointedly. “That was probably what threw her the most.”

  Nick nodded.

  “And I liked you,” he conceded, his eyes flaring, pulling me close. “More than that. I was falling in love with you, and it freaked the hell out of her.”

  I sat bolt upright in his lap. Holy shit, Nick Martin had been falling in love with me? Was potentially in love with me even now? I turned to look at him, my eyes wide, lips trembling.

  And the big man just grazed my mouth with his own.

  “That’s right little girl, I’d fallen in love and everyone knew it. Everyone in the office could feel it, the electricity between us, how the air hummed whenever we were in each other’s vicinity. I’m surprised we didn’t set this building on fire.”

  My cheeks grew red.

  “Everyone knew?” I gasped, breathless. “But we were hardly ever around each other in public. No one knew I came to your office via the secret passageway.”

  “That’s true,” conceded Nick, his big hand on my chin, turning me to look deeply in his eyes. “But we would pass by each other in the halls, say good morning, the usual niceties. Except the sparks were so strong between us, so magnetic, that everyone could feel it, knew that something was up.”

  I sat back, a little stunned. No wonder Norma had hinted at a relationship between Nick and me, that I knew where his office was already. No wonder there’d been a couple odd looks in the past weeks, nothing too out of place, just eyes that met mine and then slipped away quickly, my co-workers choosing not to say anything.

  “Everyone knows, don’t they?” I asked softly. “Everyone knows.”

  “Everyone does know,” the big man repeated. “Knows that we’re in love with each other, that we’re a couple who can’t keep our hands off each other despite the fact that we’re totally kosher in public. No one needs to know you’re a little nympho, a little sex doll who can’t keep her legs together,” he teased.

  I flushed hotly.

  “I’ll have you remember I was a virgin when you met me,” I said primly. “You’re the one who took my cherry. Both my cherries,” I corrected, flushing a little.

  The big man just chuckled deeply in his chest.

  “And I loved every second of it,” he breathed in my ear. “Every fucking second, tasting that snatch, feeling you squirm and scream, knowing my dick was the first, the only, inside your sweet holes. And that’s why the minute I found out what Jeanette had done, how she’d snuck into my apartment, snuck her panties into my suit jacket, I fired her ass, sexual harassment claim be damned.”

  I paused for a moment.

  “So she’s gone,” I said slowly. “We’ll never see her again.” I couldn’t even bear to say her name at this point, it was like poison on the tongue.

  The big man paused.

  “Well I can’t promise that because the blonde’s mentally unstable, you can’t predict anything with the insane. So we might be seeing her from the inside of a courtroom,” he said. “Or maybe the inside of a jail,” he added thoughtfully.

  The slammer? Maximum lock-down for that bitch? Sad to say, but the thought made joy course through my veins after all the woman had put us through.

  “That’s right,” murmured Nick into my ear. “I have half a mind to take the case to the DA. You know he’s an old friend of mine,” he smiled against the sensitive skin of my neck.

  And I sighed languorously then, the tension seeping out of my body, winding my arms around his neck, bringing his lips down to mine for a deep kiss.

  “I think, Mr. Martin, that I get it now,” I breathed against his skin, my tongue lazily playing against his mouth, tracing sensitive circles, making the big man catch his breath, his cock harden even further against me. “I get it. You’re a powerful man, you’ll always be the target of scheming tramps, and I need to at least give you a chance to explain because there might be an answer.”

  A big finger traced my cheek as he looked deeply into my eyes.

  “And I know now,” he replied, his voice a low growl in his throat, “that my little hellcat is a woman who needs attention, who needs to be petted and stroked daily, told that she’s beautiful and wanted. Because my little hellcat’s got a temper and at the least provocation she’s liable to fly off the handle and scream … although I loved every second of it,” he added, his eyes flashing, his big body ready to take, that cock jutting ever more insistently against my softness.

  “Because I was screaming for you,” I purred, writhing a little, teasing him with the friction. “This little hellcat was screaming to have you inside me, with me, always.”

  The big man chuckled.

  “I aim to please,” he growled before diving into my body, making me moan, tremble, and shiver on top of him, taking what was his all over again. Because against the most incredible backdrop of events, the wicked virgin had prevailed against the Wicked Witch, and I was never letting go of Nick. He was my everything, my sun, my moon, my stars … and I was his as well.

  EPILOGUE

  Nick

  The brunette moaned languorously, nude on her hands and knees, poised on the bed, ass in the air.

  “Slow,” I murmured against the sensitive skin of her thigh. “Slow.”

  And instinctively, Tammy gripped a butt cheek in her hand and pulled it up, baring her hole, giving me a better view. Because we were playing with anal beads today, five plastic orbs strung together in a line, the little globes delicious when inserted and even better when pulled out.

  And I was removing them at the moment, watching avidly as my beautiful girl moaned, writhed, twisted, as I gently increased the tug, watching as a ball popped out of her anus, then another, then another, the toy sticky from lube, her back chamber gripping each one tightly as if reluctant to let go. It was a disgusting sight and I loved every second of it, loved what Tammy let me do to her, what we did together.

  And after the last ball was out, Tammy collapsed on the bed with a moan, her ass still twitching, her anus winking and flirting at me, as if still begging to play. So I riffled through my pants pocket and pulled something out, ready to please as always.

  “What is it?” my best girl asked, so blown away from that she didn’t even lift her head from the sheets, the tension still tight in her little cunt, perspiration gleaming on her haunches. I wanted to devour the brunette then, run my length deep into that beautiful snatch, make her cream and cum like never before, but I had a special surprise today.

  Popping open the velvet box, I pulled it open to reveal a huge diamond ring. Because we’ve been together for a year now, the wicked little girl and I, and there’s no one more right for me than the curvy brunette. Tammy gets what I need in bed, how I need it, and joins me in the depraved acts, doing all sorts of nasty.

  And we fit in more ways than one. Her vivacious, temperamental nature is a good match for my arrogant, domineering one because Tammy’s not intimidated and never has been. Sure, she started as a lowly marketing associate who was banging the CEO, but the girl was never afraid of me, always understood that we were two people, two human beings. Or more specifically, two people loving, fighting, doing everything together … especially, and including, fucking in bed, on the couch, on the floor, wherever there was a surface.

  And the realization made me determined to keep her with me, forever, bind her to me with everything I could get my hands on.

  “Baby,” I growled, “I have something special for you.”

  And Tammy’s eyes flicked open languorously, that caramel warm enough to drown in.

  “What is it?” she asked. “Is it that new toy w
e were talking about, the Extender?”

  And I laughed. Trust the girl to think immediately of a sex toy, her dirty mind going in the right direction.

  “No honey, I bought something else to put in your butt, you’re gonna love it,” I rumbled deeply in my chest, holding the ring out.

  And the brunette turned to glance over her shoulder then, her eyes widening, mouth opening in shock when she saw what it was. Her chin began to tremble and eyes to tear.

  “Is that … is that what I think it is?” she breathed, her gaze riveted on the diamond sparkler, the gleaming facets throwing light all over the room, blinding in its dazzle.

  “It is,” I said roughly, leaning forward for a moment to kiss her, my heart in my throat. “Will you?” I asked simply.

  And the brunette kissed me back, drawing me close for a deep, meaningful liplock, one that spelled everything she felt for me, what I meant to her, what we could be together.

  “I will,” she breathed finally, and I chuckled once again, my heart beating quickly, my dick immediately rock solid. But first things first.

  “I’m glad,” I growled, “because I want to break this baby in, and it’s not going on your ring finger just yet.”

  And the girl read my mind, knew exactly what I wanted. Rising to her knees again, her face pressed into the pillow, Tammy reached both hands back to part herself, hold her ass cheeks open, baring her pussy and anus fully, both holes available, dripping and ready for penetration.

  “Like this?” she said coyly, smiling at me from over her shoulder. “Put it in me?”

  And I was only too happy to oblige. The diamond was christened that night in both Tammy’s pussy and ass, tasty, delicious and titillating, before finally finding its way into its rightful place on her finger.

  THE END

  BONUS CHAPTER

  Love sex toys? Read about Nick and his favorite toy, Derena Dogg, when you subscribe to my newsletter at http://eepurl.com/cgt2DD.